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had lived in a starved house； where rioting and gaiety were unknown； and
where every day was a day of toil and trial like the last。 He told me
that he had been a man in years long before his uncle had acknowledged
him as one； and that from his school…days to that hour； his uncle's roof
has been a sanctuary to him from the contagion of the irreligious
and dissolute。 When； within a twelvemonth of our marriage； I found
my husband； at that time when my father spoke of him； to have sinned
against the Lord and outraged me by holding a guilty creature in my
place； was I to doubt that it had been appointed to me to make the
discovery； and that it was appointed to me to lay the hand of punishment
upon that creature of perdition？ Was I to dismiss in a moment……not my
own wrongs……what was I！ but all the rejection of sin； and all the war
against it； in which I had been bred？' She laid her wrathful hand upon
the watch on the table。
'No！ 〃Do not forget。〃 The initials of those words are within here now；
and were within here then。 I was appointed to find the old letter that
referred to them； and that told me what they meant； and whose work they
were； and why they were worked； lying with this watch in his secret
drawer。 But for that appointment there would have been no discovery。
〃Do not forget。〃 It spoke to me like a voice from an angry cloud。 Do
not forget the deadly sin； do not forget the appointed discovery； do not
forget the appointed suffering。 I did not forget。 Was it my own wrong I
remembered？ Mine！ I was but a servant and a minister。 What power could I
have over them； but that they were bound in the bonds of their sin； and
delivered to me！'
More than forty years had passed over the grey head of this determined
woman； since the time she recalled。 More than forty years of strife
and struggle with the whisper that； by whatever name she called her
vindictive pride and rage； nothing through all eternity could change
their nature。 Yet； gone those more than forty years； and e this
Nemesis now looking her in the face； she still abided by her old
impiety……still reversed the order of Creation； and breathed her own
breath into a clay image of her Creator。 Verily； verily； travellers have
seen many monstrous idols in many countries； but no human eyes have ever
seen more daring； gross； and shocking images of the Divine nature than
we creatures of the dust make in our own likenesses； of our own bad
passions。
'When I forced him to give her up to me； by her name and place of
abode；' she went on in her torrent of indignation and defence； 'when I
accused her； and she fell hiding her face at my feet； was it my injury
that I asserted； were they my reproaches that I poured upon her？ Those
who were appointed of old to go to wicked kings and accuse them……were
they not ministers and servants？ And had not I； unworthy and far…removed
from them； sin to denounce？ When she pleaded to me her youth； and his
wretched and hard life （that was her phrase for the virtuous training he
had belied）； and the desecrated ceremony of marriage there had
secretly been between them； and the terrors of want and shame that had
overwhelmed them both when I was first appointed to be the instrument of
their punishment； and the love （for she said the word to me； down at my
feet） in which she had abandoned him and left him to me； was it my enemy
that became my footstool； were they the words of my wrath that made her
shrink and quiver！ Not unto me the strength be ascribed； not unto me the
wringing of the expiation！'
Many years had e and gone since she had had the free use even of
her fingers； but it was noticeable that she had already more than once
struck her clenched hand vigorously upon the table； and that when she
said these words she raised her whole arm in the air； as though it had
been a mon action with her。
'And what was the repentance that was extorted from the hardness of her
heart and the blackness of her depravity？ I； vindictive and implacable？
It may be so； to such as you who know no righteousness； and no
appointment except Satan's。 Laugh； but I will be known as I know
myself； and as Flintwinch knows me； though it is only to you and this
half…witted woman。'
'Add； to yourself； madame；' said Rigaud。 'I have my little suspicions
that madame is rather solicitous to be justified to herself。'
'It is false。 It is not so。 I have no need to be；' she said； with great
energy and anger。
'Truly？' retorted Rigaud。 'Hah！'
'I ask； what was the penitence； in works； that was demanded of her？
〃You have a child； I have none。 You love that child。 Give him to me。 He
shall believe himself to be my son； and he shall be believed by every
one to be my son。 To save you from exposure； his father shall swear
never to see or municate from
being stripped by his uncle； and to save your child from being a beggar；
you shall swear never to see or municate with either of them more。
That done； and your present means； derived from my husband； renounced；
I charge myself with your support。 You may； with your place of retreat
unknown； then leave； if you please； uncontradicted by me； the lie that
when you passed out of all knowledge but mine； you merited a good name。〃
That was all。 She had to sacrifice her sinful and shameful affections；
no more。 She was then free to bear her load of guilt in secret； and to
break her heart in secret； and through such present misery （light enough
for her； I think！） to purchase her redemption from endless misery； if
she could。 If； in this； I punished her here； did I not open to her a way
hereafter？ If she knew herself to be surrounded by insatiable vengeance
and unquenchable fires； were they mine？ If I threatened her； then and
afterwards； with the terrors that enpassed her； did I hold them in my
right hand？'
She turned the watch upon the table； and opened it； and； with an
unsoftening face； looked at the worked letters within。
'They did not forget。 It is appointed against such offences that the
offenders shall not be able to forget。 If the presence of Arthur was a
daily reproach to his father； and if the absence of Arthur was a daily
agony to his mother； that was the jus